Tuesday, November 3, 2009

First frost of the season



When all the leaves have hit the ground, and the mornings arrive with a thin dusting of ice, in my mind, winter has arrived.

When the frost and the bare trees and that stark, cold light of winter greeted me this morning, about a dozen different Christmas songs ran through my head. I think that this is a more accurate measure of the seasons than any calendar.

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